Private Video Magazine 10, framed against the lush turquoise tropics, offers a mixed bag of tricks, most of them good, and some of them washout victims of the Big Wave, A tape-ending interview with Max Steiner is completely lost due to sound drop-out (at least the tape we reviewed), but, visually, whoever put it together, has a fine, solid handle on the art of the documentary.

Overall the sex is good; the sex is great depending whether you like it anal, straight, or mini gang-bang enriched. There are seven rip-roaring segments to choose from.

In the opener, Kitty Yung has just had a major spat with her girlfriend, so Sean Michaels takes her back to his hotel room, equipped with a bath tub the size of which could put Mark Spitz in delirium. Michaels calms her down with a blistering, standing-rear penetration, punctuated by precise videography and hardnosed, "porn is my business" camera angles,

"Barfight," barfuck, it doesn't matter how the sequence is titled as T.T. Boy and Michaels team up to d.p. Whitney Banks (I believe). No cast credits are included, but the choreography of this scene is whipcord crisp with high tension hairpin turns. If Whitney (or whoever) was a car, Michaels would be collecting Indianapolis 500 checks.

An outdoor vignette called "Weapon Dealer" might be more cleverly titled, "Three Sheiks to the Wind" as Sybille Lanson, a series regular, takes on a trio of guys in a missionary-heavy penis launch. In an episode entitled "Poolbitch," a smaller breasted, Savannah-alike offers her sundrenched body upon the anal altar to threepool boys. In a spirited game of ring around the rosebud, the guys take turns with her inviting ass.

Sexy Regina, attempting to become a model for Private magazine, handles "Mr. Bruno" and his two assistants with a sequence of arm and limb movements that would wear out a nymphomaniacal squid. Best sequence, perhaps, is one called "A Girl In A Net" in which two beachcombers haul a naked woman out of the sea and give her resuscitation. (Provide your own puns) Though the expected d.p. doesn't develop, the scene is so rich and vibrant and the doggie action so paroxysmal, you'd come off like a nitpicking idiot to complain.

Like the Private Film series, each volume is a genuine collector's trove of state-of-the-art women and flawless, kinetic coupling.